It’s one in the morning when we get to the hot springs and the hitch hikers have been asleep for hours. This is the perfect hot spring time, because it’s free. There’s a booth when you pull into the hot springs, and sometimes there’s someone there charging you and sometimes there’s not. Late nights are… Continue reading Hot Springs Eternal
Category: stories
On The Road Again!
I pulled over here to catch up on my email, write blogs for the next week, etc. It’s been three hours and I’m still catching up on email. And there’s more to go. Woops. ❗ So, instead of an actual post, I offer for your amusement a letter that I recieved in the mail. My… Continue reading On The Road Again!
In Which I Try To Be A Whore And Fail
I’ve always heard that the strip clubs suck in this big scary city. Plus they have schedules, which sucks. I figure I’ll try some variety of whoring, because this is supposed to be that golden city where you can throw an ad up on craigslist for any crazy kind of sex work you want to… Continue reading In Which I Try To Be A Whore And Fail
Irony
I am posting an ad on the internet, trying to manifest the perfect person that I want to hang out with in this city. I picture it going out into the world, floating through the air on wifi signals, and bumping them in the head. Then they pick up their phone and call me. Yes,… Continue reading Irony
Return to Faery (fuck capitalism)
I woke up the other day with the total intention of driving north. That’s what made sense, to go where the money is, if not good, at least consistent. But Helga didn’t want to go north. She wanted to go west. I stood in the sand and spun in circles until I got dizzy and… Continue reading Return to Faery (fuck capitalism)
I Got Capatalist Survival Skillz (Becoming That Girl)
(So, about my last post. I can’t do it here for that long, and I can’t miss a summer in Alaska. I’m just gonna make as much money as I can for as long as I can stand it and then go North. I can always work more over the winter if I need to.)… Continue reading I Got Capatalist Survival Skillz (Becoming That Girl)
The little hippie oasis in the midwest
I remember the first time I came here. I’d been out in the mountains for a few weeks, tracking coyote on a mesa and worshipping a waterfall goddess. Then I went to Las Vegas and I was like, “woah, people! Cement! City! Yikes!” And then I came here. It was summer and I drove into… Continue reading The little hippie oasis in the midwest
When the Stripping Sucked
I called the better club in that southern town on Tuesday, and they told me they weren’t hiring any dancers, they already had too many. Hopeful anyway, I showed up on Wednesday and they told me the same thing. That really sucked, cause I was down to, like, a hundred dollars. I had emergency money,… Continue reading When the Stripping Sucked
Southern Stripping
I get hired simply by walking in the door and announcing that I want to dance. The door girl turns and calls to the manager at the bar. She strolls over, bleach blond with dark roots that match her thick black eyeliner, and looks me up and down. I grin and twirl. “When d’ya wanna… Continue reading Southern Stripping
Hobos I have loved, v.4
We were driving through Montana in the bus when I saw him coming down out of a hill ahead of us. It was a pretty steep hill, and he was using his walking stick to keep upright, a big canvas pack on his back. The pack was what caught my attention. It was one of… Continue reading Hobos I have loved, v.4